Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.